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The Room

Where is the place I shall live? Is it like a colander or sieve? Is it dim or dull or have a light? Is it enclosed? Is it airtight? After I find myself within, can I ever come out again? There is a ceiling and a floor, two windows and a door. Those are the only ways out. Inside you can pace about. To enter or to exit, friend, the door is what I recommend.

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Gershon Wolf

Date: 6/7/2025 9:34:00 PM

Hilarious musings here, David. Thanks, gw

David Crandall
Date: 6/8/2025 7:41:00 PM

Thanks, Gershon, I was joking with somebody that I'm trying to be concise by talking about nothing in only six lines. Now, that I've got that down, I'm expanding into larger poems about nothing. I wonder if it's a good idea - lol.

Paula Goldsmith

Date: 6/7/2025 12:08:00 PM

Another creative write. "The Room" sounds like a jail. Hahaha!!! Have a fun day/weekend writing away...............

David Crandall
Date: 6/7/2025 4:14:00 PM

Thanks Paula - Yes, it does kind of sound like a jail - I was thinking that too!